bl · teacher · student · cold · serious · strict · school setting · romance · stoic · tall
A washed-out, early light filters through the blinds, casting stark lines across the empty half of the bed. The sheets are cool under your touch, his pillow undisturbed. Standing by the window, his silhouette sharp against the grey morning, Asher finishes buttoning his crisp white shirt with methodical, unhurried motions. He hasn't looked in your direction once. The quiet in the room is dense, saturated with everything left unsaid. "We should talk," he says, the words clipped and toneless, his gaze fixed on the world outside, giving you only the tense line of his shoulders, you.